Weird. It is like I was kidnapped in San Francisco by the marina crew…What the hell was going on there?

BTW, if you don’t know what a “marina” person is then you haven’t lived in San Francisco where they are mocked and restricted to their own little area where they can wear their button down shirts freely and get their Harvard MBAs framed in specialty shops. And the girls are all freakily and desperately single (and like to talk about it at every possible second).

(Sorry Schaeffer! You know I still love you!)